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Aug 26, 2014
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e-book - way inexpensive girls fighting for a crown in a tv series.
Read excerpts HERE (less than a buck and there are several pics in text)

e-book - way inexpensive girls fighting for a crown in a tv series.

Read excerpts HERE (less than a buck and there are several pics in text)


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Aug 10, 2014
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Brigandears
Their photostory HERE

Brigandears

Their photostory HERE


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Jul 28, 2014
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Lady knights of Avalon
Medieval Re-enactors

Lady knights of Avalon

Medieval Re-enactors


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Jul 25, 2014
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Not her favorite photo.
See all of her story pics HERE

Not her favorite photo.

See all of her story pics HERE


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Jul 20, 2014
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For a skirmish, it had its moments.  See the full p-hotostory at
Medieval Re-enactors

For a skirmish, it had its moments.  See the full p-hotostory at

Medieval Re-enactors


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Jul 17, 2014
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Illustration from Ginevra’s Castle story

Illustration from Ginevra’s Castle story


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Jul 15, 2014
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One of the illustrations in ‘Ginevra’s Castle’.  story. 

One of the illustrations in ‘Ginevra’s Castle’.  story. 


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Jul 7, 2014
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Cleodie, a knight of Avalon


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May 24, 2014
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Lady knight of Avalon

Lady knight of Avalon


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May 16, 2014
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What started as a fashion photo-shoot, with lady knights in the background, escalated. Soon the ladies got carried away. Literally. One on a stretcher, and the other in my arms.
Of course I carried Ryder. She and I have a history. But nothing prepared me for what followed.
Can’t say she actually won, although she fell from her saddle last. Exhausted. Eye-lids fluttering. She couldn’t even shift weight as I unbuckled her armor.
No blood showed on her red body suit. I did look and felt for sticky moisture. Moisture I found, and in abundance. Just not blood. Curious.
She tried to rise, barely lifting her head. “Dixon, are we alone? The exciter has to come out.”
I blinked.
“Battery powered.”
Double blink.
“You’ve got to pull it out. The batteries can explode if they get wet.”
Great grief !
A powered, u’mm, insert? I’d heard rumors. But Allisande? I could scarcely believe what she was saying.
Then I saw a wire covered by her hair.
Blink.
Wire? I unzipped the back of her spandex body suit. She gasped in relief. The fabric pulled around and bared her breasts.
Least of her problems. A flat gel battery pack was taped at the small of her back, just above where a belt would go.
I yanked off the tape. She winced.
The other end of the wires ended in her scalp.
She knew I found them, “Pull,” she said.
As soon as they were out, she collapsed. Out like a light.
U’mm, maybe I should pull the suit fabric back in place. Couldn’t get it all the way. Flat on her back, the sleeves at the shoulders helped pull up the fabric.
I glanced back to where she had fought Pruscilla. No one. Allisande’s horse waited with the reins hanging to the ground in what I think is called a ‘ground hitch’.
So much I didn’t know; gel batteries, electrodes.
She wasn’t dying, was she? She breathed regular. Should I take her horse and ride for help? No. I can’t leave her.
A small movement of her left thigh, and she roused. “Dix? You still with me?”
I’ve wanted to be with her ever since the fifth grade.
Again, “Dix? It was a dare.”
Oh yeah, I knew about foolish dares.
“Not the fight. Wanted to smack the smirk off her face.”
“You did all of that”
“No, the dare.”
“The electrodes?”
“Unh.”
“ ‘Sande?”
“It, it made me crazy.”
# # #
Which is why the most beautiful girl in the Junior Class sought me out, danced with me, and never let go.

For three whole weeks.
Castle Blackguard

What started as a fashion photo-shoot, with lady knights in the background, escalated. Soon the ladies got carried away. Literally. One on a stretcher, and the other in my arms.

Of course I carried Ryder. She and I have a history. But nothing prepared me for what followed.

Can’t say she actually won, although she fell from her saddle last. Exhausted. Eye-lids fluttering. She couldn’t even shift weight as I unbuckled her armor.

No blood showed on her red body suit. I did look and felt for sticky moisture. Moisture I found, and in abundance. Just not blood. Curious.

She tried to rise, barely lifting her head. “Dixon, are we alone? The exciter has to come out.”

I blinked.

“Battery powered.”

Double blink.

“You’ve got to pull it out. The batteries can explode if they get wet.”

Great grief !

A powered, u’mm, insert? I’d heard rumors. But Allisande? I could scarcely believe what she was saying.

Then I saw a wire covered by her hair.

Blink.

Wire? I unzipped the back of her spandex body suit. She gasped in relief. The fabric pulled around and bared her breasts.

Least of her problems. A flat gel battery pack was taped at the small of her back, just above where a belt would go.

I yanked off the tape. She winced.

The other end of the wires ended in her scalp.

She knew I found them, “Pull,” she said.

As soon as they were out, she collapsed. Out like a light.

U’mm, maybe I should pull the suit fabric back in place. Couldn’t get it all the way. Flat on her back, the sleeves at the shoulders helped pull up the fabric.

I glanced back to where she had fought Pruscilla. No one. Allisande’s horse waited with the reins hanging to the ground in what I think is called a ‘ground hitch’.

So much I didn’t know; gel batteries, electrodes.

She wasn’t dying, was she? She breathed regular. Should I take her horse and ride for help? No. I can’t leave her.

A small movement of her left thigh, and she roused. “Dix? You still with me?”

I’ve wanted to be with her ever since the fifth grade.

Again, “Dix? It was a dare.”

Oh yeah, I knew about foolish dares.

“Not the fight. Wanted to smack the smirk off her face.”

“You did all of that”

“No, the dare.”

“The electrodes?”

“Unh.”

“ ‘Sande?”

“It, it made me crazy.”

# # #

Which is why the most beautiful girl in the Junior Class sought me out, danced with me, and never let go.

For three whole weeks.

Castle Blackguard